01c. 1833 ADLo where the stage, the poor, degraded stage, Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.Charles Sprague / quote ↗
02c. 1833 ADThrough life's dark road his sordid way he wends, An incarnation of fat dividends.Charles Sprague / quote ↗
03c. 1833 ADBehold! in Liberty's unclouded blaze We lift our heads, a race of other days.Charles Sprague / quote ↗
04c. 1833 ADYes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doctors' spite; Thy clouds all other clouds dispel, And lap me in delight.Charles Sprague / quote ↗
05c. 1833 ADWe are all here— Father, mother, sister, brother, All who hold each other dear. Each chair is filled, we're all at home; To-night let no stranger come. It is not often thus around Our old, familiar hearth we're found Blessed, then, the meeting and the spot: For once be every care forgot; Let gentle peace assert her power, And kind affection rule the hour: We're all, all here.Charles Sprague / quote ↗
06c. 1833 ADWho spoke creation into birth, Arch’d the broad heavens, and spread the rolling earth; Who form’d a pathway for the obedient sun, And bade the seasons in their circles run; Who fill’d the air, the forest, and the flood, And gave man all for comfort, or for good.Charles Sprague / quote ↗
07c. 1833 ADThe prayer is said, And the last rite man pays to man is paid; The plashing water marks his resting-place, And folds him round, in one long, cold embrace; Bright bubbles for a moment sparkle o’er, Then break, to be, like him, beheld no more; Down, countless fathoms down, he sinks to sleep, With all the nameless shapes that haunt the deep.Charles Sprague / quote ↗
